Livestream Scandal Made Me the Alpha King's Mate

"Alpha, it's too deep…"

On the soft mattress, I was pinned beneath Alpha Owen Winslow, unable to hold back a cry of pain.

Hearing this, Owen only grew more ferocious. He whispered in my ear, "Don't call me Alpha, Aurora. Say my name."

My vision gradually blurred as I murmured unconsciously, "Owen, I'm going to come..."

Owen gripped my waist hard, as if punishing me for my earlier slip of the tongue, and thrust into me fiercely.

The ache of being completely filled forced a scream from my lips, and my toes curled from the intense stimulation.

After finishing inside me, he pulled out as usual and went straight to the bathroom, leaving me alone to clean up.

I got up and put on my robe, and only then did I notice the active group call on his phone screen.

That was when the truth hit me—he had been livestreaming every intimate moment we shared to his group of friends for the past five years.

In the group chat, they openly discussed my moans and my body, ridiculing me as a slut and a shameless she-wolf.

All the humiliating things I had done just to please him, the shameful positions I had taken, and the desperate pleas that slipped from my lips when he pushed deep inside me had all become entertainment for him and his friends.

My finger finally stopped on Owen's latest message.

"Aurora Langley, that wolf-less bitch, is just as disgusting as her dead mother. Both of them think they're destined for greatness. Once I'm done with her, I'll hand her over to you guys."

His best friend, Jason Caldwell, a Beta who always appeared polite and well-mannered in public, replied, "Honestly, man, I get it. If her mother hadn't seduced your dad back then, he wouldn't have become the first Alpha to reject his fated mate after all those years.

"Her mom ruined your family, so it's only fair you ruin Aurora's life. An eye for an eye."

My mind went completely blank. I had always believed I was just a homeless orphan, thinking they had taken me in out of pure kindness.

Even though I lived in this house like a servant, I stayed grateful. I had even naively convinced myself that my devotion would one day earn their recognition.

It seemed I was merely the substitute for my late mother's sins.

The bathroom door opened, and Owen stepped out, bare-chested. His scent, which had once set my heart racing, now made me recoil in disgust.

He sat down beside me and brushed aside the damp strands of hair clinging to my forehead before placing a gentle kiss there.

"I was a little rough just now, but you can't blame me," he said softly. "You're just too sexy. I couldn't control myself."

If I hadn't seen those messages with my own eyes just moments ago, I would have believed every word.

I leaned obediently against his chest, forcing down the urge to gag.

He chuckled as he stood and started getting dressed. Before he left, he turned back. "Oh, and don't forget your birth control. When things settle down, we'll have a whole litter of pups, okay?"

"Okay." I forced a smile.

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I bolted to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet, retching violently.

Liar!

I turned on the faucet and scrubbed every inch of skin he had touched, over and over, until it stung. When I finally looked up, the person in the mirror had red and swollen eyes from crying.

I drew a deep breath and picked up my phone.

"Professor Ashcroft, I've made up my mind. I'll report to the Royal Academy in a week."

I just had to bear with this for one more week. After that, I would be done with him for good.